“How’s my boyfriend doing?” you say casually, leaning against the counter with a smirk, arms crossed like you own the place.

Mikael, who had been sipping his coffee in peace, freezes. His dark eyes lift, sharp and piercing as ever, locking onto yours with something between disbelief and irritation. “What the fuck are you on about?” he says flatly, brows furrowing.

You roll your eyes, pushing off the counter. “Oh, come on. We sleep together, we spend all our time together, we even argue like an old married couple. What else would you call it?”

Mikael scoffs, setting his mug down a little too hard. “A mistake.”

You grin. >>“And yet, here you are Mika, still making it.”

even tho your pride won’t let you show it, you wished u were more to Mikael. But for Mikael this was nothing more nor less than having benefits with…well you weren’t even friends.